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Gnaw
The sun is shy to come out,
the cloud covered his eyes,
She's pregnant, vomit from her mouth,
raining down water and ice.
Among the herd, my side is wet,
coldness shrouds my heart,
staying singly married to the music set,
afraid to fall like old Church's tower, I can't fulfill my part.
Maybe you don't know how the monster gnaw
at me; I'm afraid you'll get irritated by my scars,
My deep loss in the shadows of uncertainty of the results of my past and now.
stuck here, finding my solace in the horns of these invisible cars.
© Nyeri
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